f.d.a.u

i say 

got dam what a rush!

leaning back

taking in sensations

from friday night libations 

while visions 

of bouncing round  

tickle my retinas

under the cover of night.

moonbeams cast sneaky shadows

and the sounds 

of street life

pour in 

through slightly opened windows.

the purr 

of perfection

from your kitty 

licks my magic wand

and we dance beyond

the highest of highs

on a journey

to the little death.

we seek it,

desire it

and provoke

 the sticky goodness

that will overtake us

to ram our heads 

into the sweet shivers

that it shall bring.

gymnastic flow

as we challenge each other

and settle 

on the pace

that will usher in

the beginning of ecstasy.

you and me

are free to be

yet we choose to be

stroke for stroke

while my dog 

chases your cat...

baby use that sacroiliac

and push the ass back

so i can

do a bill cosby

while you jiggle and wiggle.

as the intensity increases

our speed decreases

and i grip

while you gobble

the very essence

which flows in white.

it spray paints 

your pink cashmere~

so soft,strong and light.

tremors and shakes

abound

while we collapse

and gently come down

from the euphoria

that we just captured

in a jar.